Chapter 146 "The Bullied Little White Flower"
Wen Yao didn't have the ability to see and hear things from afar, so naturally she didn't know what was happening in other places.
After driving Ron away, Wen Yao was impatient. She tapped the ground twice with the tip of her shoe. "8848, does this mean I've met the second criterion?"
[Host.] 8848's mechanical voice revealed a hint of helplessness. [If the other party says one thing, you curse eight times. Even if I fight with the world's consciousness and make it lower its standards, you still wouldn't be considered a bullied innocent.]
“Uh,” Wen Yao chuckled dryly, “Don’t worry, we still have a chance.”
The fact that someone could find her so quickly even though she hid in such a secluded place speaks volumes.
She had been targeted for a long time.
If that's the case, then the matter will not be resolved so easily; there must be a backup plan.
Although the reason is unknown, these arrogant idiots can still be used to complete the task.
Wen Yao sighed. She had only planned to complete the first criterion, but since someone had offered it to her, she wouldn't be polite.
After waiting for a while and seeing no one come, Wen Yao went to the dessert area.
Holding an exquisite gold-rimmed plate, she stood gracefully, carefully selecting her dessert like a white crane cherishing its feathers.
After a moment's hesitation, Wen Yao pointed her tongs at a beautiful macaron—
"The macarons here might be too sweet for people from H country."
A boy with bright blue eyes approached Wen Yao, offered her a lemon tart, and winked at her, "Want to try this? It tastes sweet and sour, like love."
Wen Yao raised an eyebrow. Ah, they really came.
She slowly picked up a macaron and placed it on her plate, her voice flat: "No need, I like macarons, they're bright and sweet, like the taste of adultery."
Pshaw, if it's supposed to taste like love, then what does steak taste like? Does it taste like someone who wants to be chopped into a thousand pieces?
“Miss Wen Yao is very interesting.” The boy spoke fluent Y language. He was not discouraged by Wen Yao’s rejection. Instead, he was full of interest. “My name is Lan Qi. It’s nice to chat with you.”
"Thank you, but you're funny too," Wen Yao said coldly.
She did it on purpose. Knowing that these people had ill intentions but were still pretending, she was determined to tear off their disguise.
Wow, she's beautiful and has a fiery personality, she's totally his type.
Lanqi is 17 years old this year, but he is already a veteran in love. Before he was even 10 years old, he could make the girls around him fight over him. He is a typical member of the F country's elite class.
Seeing that Wen Yao wasn't interested in his artistic and romantic style, he immediately changed tactics.
Lanqi smiled brightly, "Miss Wen Yao, aren't you curious about how I met you?"
Wen Yao glanced at him, confident and proud, "Excuse me for being blunt, but for a beauty like me, there will always be people who try every means to get my contact information."
Wen Yao: "I'm already used to random people hitting on me."
Lanqi's smile froze. Weren't people from H country supposed to be reserved and modest? He felt that Wen Yao was even more boastful than people from F country.
“Hehe, that’s true.” Lan Qi quickly recovered and agreed. “But the reason I came here is to offer Miss Wen some assistance.”
Lance's deep blue eyes were full of honesty, and coupled with his youthful face, it seemed as if he could never lie.
“Miss Wen may have offended a French nobleman. I just overheard Ron talking to several other noblemen, and they said they would teach you a lesson.”
Lanqi took another step closer, his expression serious. "I don't want to see someone like Miss Wen being manipulated by those powerful people. I just want to help you."
Wen Yao raised an eyebrow. "So?"
Seeing that Wen Yao remained unmoved, Lan Qi's eyes trembled, and his voice was somewhat sorrowful: "Miss Wen, do you not believe me?"
As he looked down, he heard Wen Yao's clear laughter. He couldn't help but look up and was once again amazed by her beautiful, smiling face.
After laughing for a while, Wen Yao slightly lowered her eyelids, revealing an obvious mockery at the corners of her eyes, but the corners of her lips still curled up:
"I'm actually very curious, how do you manage to use such poor acting skills and still be so confident that others will believe you?"
"Do you think you're the only ones with brains, while everyone else's heads are just filled with air?"
Lanqi was young and impetuous, and a prodigy, so he rarely faced such attacks.
His smile faded slightly: "I don't understand what Miss Wen is talking about. You seem to have misunderstood me."
Wen Yao chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes, although Ron and the others were plotting, they plotted loudly so that you, who weren't even a participant, could hear it clearly. That's really clever."
"What's even more amazing is that after you 'accidentally' overheard it, you not only remembered my name, which is a bit difficult for people from F country to pronounce, but you could also tell what I look like from my name."
"Wow, this is truly amazing!"
Seeing Lanqi's expression worsen, Wen Yao put her plate aside and said sarcastically:
"I really don't understand you F country nobles. Don't you have any other means? Do you have to rely on selling your body?"
Wen Yao clicked her tongue in amazement, "At least consider your target audience, see if you can even sell yourself, right? One is Ron, and the other is you. What's the difference between you and a gigolo?"
She tapped her chin with her index finger, suddenly realizing, "There is a difference. Ducks cost money, but you're free, and you even have to pay them out of pocket."
This barrage of attacks not only turned Lanqi's face pale, but also prompted several other F-country dignitaries who had been watching from the sidelines to step forward.
They always played with people's feelings and considered themselves elegant gentlemen and passersby in the mortal world. They never expected that a mere lover, a real prostitute, would attack them as male prostitutes who paid money to sell themselves!
Within a few breaths, Wen Yao was surrounded by five or six tall, burly French men.
8848: [Host, the judgment standard is met to the second degree!]
Wen Yao was surprised. She didn't expect that her harsh words would make her a "bullied innocent flower" in the eyes of the world consciousness.
Isn't this aesthetic too distorted? Even Wen Yao herself didn't realize where she was being bullied.
Upon hearing Wen Yao's thoughts, 8848 excitedly explained, "The world consciousness cannot interfere too much with the judgment. Most people here believe that you were surrounded and bullied, so it has no choice but to count you as passing!"
A smile appeared in Wen Yao's eyes. She had just wanted to anger these people and then walk to a secluded corner to give them a chance to make their move.
There's no need for that anymore.
If she can maintain the current situation for a little longer, Fu Jinzhi will soon be able to "rescue the damsel in distress".
Wen Yao stood fearlessly among the tall, imposing French people, her small mouth uttering a string of Chinese.
None of these F country nobles are proficient in Chinese; the most capable among them only know some everyday phrases.
I could only vaguely make out some words like "man," "hospital," and "hope," but I couldn't make them out in words.
But since we live in the information age, some people immediately picked up their phones to record the conversation, convinced that Wen Yao was making a personal attack and that they were determined to make this little canary apologize to them.
After cheerfully sharing her thoughts, Wen Yao pretended to leave, but was indeed stopped by the noisy crowd.
Fu Jinzhi and the high-ranking official from Country X, who were chatting behind the curtain, were successfully drawn to the attention of the other party.
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